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'of course I feel too much, I'm a universe of exploding stars' -s. ajna
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Two more days of hiding was two more days where I was scared of someone finding out my identity. And two more days where I had to serve Aegon and the rest of his and my family.
But then everything changed the night of the third day.
It's quiet when King Viserys dies. The kingdom as a whole asleep, faint winds gently brushing curtains from the open windows. The Red Keep was solemn with his last breath and conflict soon emerged. Unrest grew with his heir Prince Aegon mysteriously missing.
"Wake up." I fight the urge to remain asleep, clawing my way to consciousness as I'm being shaken roughly. "Maella, you must wake up."
The urgency in my voice has my eyes springing open at the voice. The night is still heavy through my windows as I can see. It's not yet dawn. Looking up into whoever's face is waking me, I can tell something is wrong.
"What's happened?" I ask. I rub my eyes as the face comes into full view. It's one of my maids.
"The King is dead and now you are to be wed to Aemond." She whispers.
My eyes grow wide. "How do you know this?" I ask.
"One of the kitchen boys was out walking through the castle when he saw the Queen crying and running to her father's chambers. He confirmed it with the Maester leaving the King's room."
I take a few seconds to gather myself. Now with the King dead, it's my mothers turn as successor. However I know the Queen. She won't let Rhaenyra ascend the throne unchallenged. No, she wants Aegon on the throne no matter what and no matter how reluctant Aegon is to take it.
"Who found the King?" I whisper to my maid, keeping my voice above a breath to avoid any one hearing.
The woman is flushed and her hair a mess. "The Queen."
I'm already moving. Throwing the sheet off of myself, I run past my maid and out into the corridor.
"My lady!" she calls after me but I pay her no mind.
By this point, the Queen has probably already assembled the small council and be putting her own plans into action. I have to warn Princess Rhaenyra.
My bare feet slap quietly on the stones, propelling myself up from the kitchens and around the dizzying circles of the spiral staircases and the halls. I run into the main corridors and by the time I arrive to my mothers room, my breath was coming in great gasps and I skid to a stop.
Taking one last breath to steady myself, I walk towards the door I need to get past.
"Halt!" The voice of my mothers guard demands. "Declare yourself." he hasn't bothered to raise his sword.
